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I’m feeling vintage today. [aka old.]

My first born son turned 14 last week.  14.  Fourteen.

14 amazing years with this amazing young man. 

We dined on pizza and icecream cake.  He opened 14 little gift boxes.

That night, with tears of joy and sadness, I poured over his old photo albums and scrapbooks.

  I miss that little boy.  I miss that baby.  I love the young man he has become.  

Thank you for making this world a better place my son.

 ”I love you all the way to GOD and back.”   

We officially have an 8th grader in the house!  Today we started a new end of the school year tradition! Krischan searched for clues all around the house only to find the final scroll led him to a closet full of balloons!  The gift balloon was printed with—- POP ME FOR SOME SUMMER FUN! Daddio also surprised him with silly spray (which got in his eye and made him grumpy) but all in all he had a blast!!

The clues rolled in newspaper scrolls:

Here are a few of the clues:

1. School?  NO more! NO more!  What do you always take to the store? (Scroll was hidden in our green grocery bags).
2. You are amazing, that is plain to see.   Search for your next clue where you go  ______. (pee— Mason hid this scroll your know where!)
3. Summer is here!  It will be hot! Hot! Hot!  Now find your next clue in a pot.
4. Krischan in 7th grade? NO that is a mistake!  Go find you next clue where you might view the lake.
5. Dear 8th grader, we love you.  Your very last clue is RED, WHITE and BLUE. (Scroll was behind his flag).

Let the summer time fun begin!